WHEN THOU commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes.
All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony-and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea.
I know thou takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only as a singer I come before thy presence.
I touch by the edge of the far spreading wing of my song thy feet which I could never aspire to reach.
Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.

THIS SONG OF mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silent in death, my song will speak in your living heart.

আলোয় আলোকময় ক'রে হে
       এলে আলোর আলো।
আমার নয়ন হতে আঁধার
       মিলালো মিলালো।
             সকল আকাশ সকল ধরা
             আনন্দে হাসিতে ভরা,
             যে দিক-পানে নয়ন মেলি
                    ভালো সবই ভালো।
তোমার আলো গাছের পাতায়
       নাচিয়ে তোলে প্রাণ।
তোমার আলো পাখির বাসায়
       জাগিয়ে তোলে গান।
               তোমার আলো ভালোবেসে
               পড়েছে মোর গায়ে এসে,
              হৃদয়ে মোর নির্মল হাত
                    বুলালো বুলালো।